Noise at The End Of a Dream

There's a wise man
And a fool
playing a guitar
With no strings
And drums with 
no sticks and no skins
They play a song
Making a lot of noise
About silence
While the singer
a mute 
loves to scream
In the pit there's a blind man
With a very old video camera
allowed to film what he sees
I am in the crowd
Pressed against the front rail
waiting for the show to begin
Trying to find out
Why is it
That I fear what is
at the end of a dream